Last night I ran out in an 8 v 8 pick-up game for Over 30s at my local club. It was my first game for a year - last time out I got sandwiched between two bulky defenders going for a ball I should have left well alone, put my back out, and couldn't move for a week. I vowed that was it. But, you know, that was a year ago and I've forgotten all about that pain.
Main thing, I got through the game unscathed. It also got me wondering if, just short of my 56th. birthday, what kind of an injury it will take to stop me playing for good. Part of me would be all for collapsing and dying out there on the pitch as the best way to go. I loved every minute of last night's game. It never gets old, unlike my knees, though they're still holding out despite a bout of arthritis a couple of years back that seems to have been submerged for now.
I know that RobW still plays indoor football. It's been a while, I think, since we had a round-up - who's still in action, and what do you get out of it?
Main thing, I got through the game unscathed. It also got me wondering if, just short of my 56th. birthday, what kind of an injury it will take to stop me playing for good. Part of me would be all for collapsing and dying out there on the pitch as the best way to go. I loved every minute of last night's game. It never gets old, unlike my knees, though they're still holding out despite a bout of arthritis a couple of years back that seems to have been submerged for now.
I know that RobW still plays indoor football. It's been a while, I think, since we had a round-up - who's still in action, and what do you get out of it?
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